Rie Warren [Warren - No Saint (Blood Legion MC Book 3)

SAINT

EVERYTHING HAD BEEN WAY too fucking quiet around Thunder Road. Since the hellish shit that brought sweet Mercy to Angel and the insane would-be politician had taken gross advantage of Grace, all had been calm.

Too damn calm if you asked me.

From January to the end of April... not a single hint of trouble or a single sign of danger.

In fact, the only danger to me was the vibe Id gotten off that singer babe Honor at Angel and Mercys fais do-do . When Id asked the stunning blonde to dance, shed blown me off so hard I freakin wondered if Id done her wrong in the past.

But I knew I hadnt. I wouldnt forget a woman like her. Damn, but she could carry a tune, and when she sangstrumming her acousticshed looked like she was in her own dream world. Nothing like the harpy whod flat out turned me down on the most innocent invitation Id ever offered.

Her refusal to give me the time of day fucked with my head so much I couldnt get her off my mind.

And it sure as hell didnt look like I was getting her on my dick anytime soon.

So maybe I needed a little real trouble to forget about her, but nothing was doing.

Nothing except a baby on the way for Grace and Slade. At least Killian Slade, that curt motherfucker, had lightened up since he found his woman. Hell, he even knew how to smile and laugh now.

The entire past year had been a big frigging eye-opener. Id learned a shit-ton about this MC that Revenge and I had patched into. Along with Angelthe prezand Sladethe veep of the clubAngels half-brother Storm had destroyed the corrupt cunts whod taken over Blood Legion and murdered Angels dad.

Not only that, but this dude Storm worked with an entire band of top-secret operatives set up in D.C. I had a feeling they definitely didnt do shit by the book either. Not after theyd helped Slade save Grace and swooped in to clean up the final neo-Nazi mess when wed fucked up Mercys asshole kinfolk and rescued the women.

Yup. Now everyone was becoming domesticated. Everyone except Revenge and me. We werent exactly the tame type. Not that I was looking to stir up some illegal shit, but I usually expected it. In a city like New Orleans and, for men like us, trouble was always just one wrong turn away.

A few years ago, Id gotten into a snafu with a rival biker gang back when Id been part of Leather Devils MC. Just a little assault with a deadly weapon that had landed me in the slammer, and that was where Id met Revenge. I didnt even know what his real first name wasthe guards only ever called him by his last name, Arsenault, and the inmates by Revenge. All I knew for sure was he didnt seem to be about to give up his status as head pussy hound of Blood Legion MC.

Getting sprung from the joint within days of each other, we decided to stick to the straight and narrow. We joined up with what was supposed to be a non-outlaw club. Except they werent as clean as they first appeared. For damn sure, Blood Legion definitely had an angel looking over us cause wed gotten away with murder. Literally.

In the presidential suite my rooms above Thunder Road Bar now that Slade was playing house and almost-husband with GraceI was just throwing a T-shirt over my head when someone pounded on my door.

Then shouted, Get a fucking move on. Time for church, Saint.

Keep your damn panties on. Im coming, I slung back at Revenge.

He popped his head inside the door. Thats what the twins screamed last night.

I heard.

Hey. You were the one getting on Slades case about not getting his dick wet last fall. And now what the fuck is with you all of a sudden? Going for Monk of the Year?

In response, I grabbed my junk and smirked. Decided to give my balls a break. You should try it sometime. Before you catch a disease.

He snorted. I aint slowing down until Im married. And thats never gonna happen.

From down below, Angel bellowed, Where the hell is everyone?

I thought he was supposed to come back from his honeymoon all mellow, Revenge commented.

Horny-moon, you mean.

Yeah that.

We stomped downstairs with Angel glaring at us.

I grinned as I tossed my cell phone into the basket he held out.

You just love watching us toss it, dont you, prez? Revenge joked.

Gonna toss my fist down your throat one of these days, dude. Angel mightve had an innocent name like me, but he was no more an angel than I was a saint.

Especially when he inevitably cocked and fired his shotgun into the wall of our most sacred room to get the meeting called to order once Lennox, Revenge, Slade, and I took our seats. The five of us made up Blood Legions officersin addition to our prez and veep, I was the treasurer, Lennox the secretary, and Revenge the tail gunner.

First order of business... Angel took out a wooden box, lifted the lid, and passed cigars around the table carved with the Blood Legion emblem.

Sweet. I sniffed the rich aroma of the Cuban.

Not to be smoked until Grace has her baby, and Slade becomes a father, Angel added.

All eyes swung to Slade who seemed a little choked up. But Im not really the dad.

Id never known the man to show any sign of trepidation but now the former Marine looked downright unsure.